A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 31 Opened Eyes.

A tall and burly elderly man in his seventies walked over with a smile.

It was none other than the head of the underground world of Walund’s Southern Region- Theoden Wahlstrom.

He made his debut when he was fifteen and became a follower of Dominic Johnson. When he was in his twenties, he was forced to return to his hometown-Bellridge-to develop because of an incident. By the time he reached his thirties, he had conquered the underground world of five states in Southern Region.

Three years ago, he was poisoned with a deadly poison, and Finnegan cured him.

Finnegan’s gaze darted from the glowering Alisha to Theoden, who walked over with all smiles. Finnegan asked, “Hey, I was sure… How is it you only have a few months left to live?”

Upon closer inspection, Finnegan realized Theoden was surrounded by a dark aura, despite being energetic. It was a sign the latter was dying soon.

Although ancient medical practices focused on the skills of observation, listening, questioning, and feeling, observing the patient’s facial features was a compulsory course. And with the legendary techniques of Primordial Pharmacopoeia given by his mentor, Finnegan could instantly tell Theoden was surrounded by a death aura.

The smile on Theoden’s face was stiff. “Dr. Larkin, I admit I’ve sent Alisha to trick you before, but you mustn’t joke about this.”

If someone else had said the same thing. Theoden would have lost his temper. Since Finnegan was the one who said it, the former felt uneasy.

Alisha chimed in, “Mr. Larkin, please don’t frighten my grandpa.”

“I’m not joking. Originally, your grandpa is able to live until he’s ninety years old, but now he only has three to five months left to live,” Finnegan said grimly.

Realizing Finnegan was not joking, Alisha asked nervously, “Grandpa, do you feel uncomfortable?”

Theoden thought carefully and said, “I’ve been feeling great ever since Dr. Larkin treated met three years ago. I don’t even have any minor illnesses. Dr. Larkin, is there really something wrong with me?”

“Come here.”

At that, Theoden moved closer to Finnegan, feeling uneasy.

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to his eyes,

stronger

Theoden for some time. The Wahlstrom duo’s anxiousness was amplified when Finnegan explained grimly. “It’s the bad aura around you that’s reducing your lifespan. I need you to bring me to your room.”

“But Mr. Larkin, aren’t you a

complicated to explain in just a few sentences.

room first.”

joking. Hence, the former told Alisha to bring

his room.

thousand square feet. It had a bedroom, a study, and at hundred-square-meter lounge. The interior design was vintage. The pieces of furniture were expensive and made of

of the lounge. It had a bronze statue of Hermes, and it exuded

this statue of Hermes come from?” asked Finnegan

was Seth Zymons of Gablurg who gave it to me a while ago. He said it’s a relic from seven hundred years ago. Could it be

simply approached the shrine and eyed it for a while. It made both Theoden and Alisha feel even more nervous. “It’s indeed a relic, but it’s not just seven hundred years old. It’s probably around a thousand years old. Why did you place it in your room, though? Didn’t, you

people like us to worship Hermes. Is there a

that his eyes

in confusion, “Mr. Larkin, could you

murderous aura. It brings luck when his eyes are closed, but kills when they’re opened.

take a look if you don’t believe

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eyes. Sure

latter ruefully, “Does that mean I’ll only have a few months left

save my grandpa,

him die. Don’t worship this statue anymore. Get someone to burn this at a church. I was just wondering… How is it you made such a mistake when this information is

his gaze at Finnegan’s

when he remembered the statue was gifted by Seth, the underground

involved in the underground world, Finnegan instructed, “Get rid of this statue first. After that, I’ll use acupuncture to strengthen and recover your energy. I’ll also readjust the layout in your

you for saving me once again, Dr. Larkin. I’ll do everything I can to help you

already late at night when Finnegan returned to his room after

was not until he took out his phone that he realized it was out of battery. He quickly charged it. Immediately, dozens

texted: Have you arrived at Bellridge? What are you doing

Are you

giving up on pursuing me? Why are you ignoring me when you haven’t